Strange little things started happening last night.

The first was a text message – “can we paint your garage walls tomorrow morning?”. I replied “what walls?”. This led to a phone conversation.

Back when they were doing their insulating lark, an inspector discovered a small piece of wall between the kitchen and garage that apparently needed insulation. I know not why. It was all internal wall so heat loss would be negligible. But this wall had to be insulated! So teams came out and fixed slabs to the garage walls, thereby making my central heating controls less accessible and turning the light switch upside down. It looked fine in its own funny way and I forgot about it [except when reaching for the central heating controls or turning on the garage light].

Now this small slab of wall has to be painted. I told them it wasn’t necessary as no one looked at it anyway. But they insisted. If they don’t finish, they don’t get paid! Not being one to stand in the way of a reasonable [minimum?] wage I told them to go ahead so. They said they would arrive at eight!

Later, I was talking to Herself on the phone. I happened to be standing and looking down the garden. There was a flash of colour on one of the apple tree trunks – it was a full adult Woodpecker! I saw one once in France and briefly saw one on a tree here but they were small. This one was a Daddy and he was fair hammering his beak at that tree trunk. It was a beautiful sight. I took it for a good omen.

Later I was at the kitchen sink looking out the window. It was dusk and in the gloom a fox walked past. He stopped, looked it me and winked. I took it as a good omen.

I went to bed after filling up with pills and shit. They didn’t work. So I got up again and brought a woolen blanket out to my armchair. I fell into a blissful sleep.

I woke at six [of course] and the sun was shining in. For the first time in a long time I felt good. Everything is going to be all right. It was a joyous sense of optimism.

The garage filled with foreigners at eight and they are all taking turns painting the little strip of wall. They are all gone now.

Yes, I feel good.

Or maybe the weeks have taken their toll and I have finally descended into a mental breakdown and succumbed to a world of insanity.

Never mind.

Maybe they’ll have nice little colouring books?